Empty Porcelain

by Meme   Feb 12, 2015


The pictures are no
longer resembling
any features I once
recognized. I tried,
but putting together
pieces of a porcelain
love is hopeless.

Even molding a new
one is unattainable,
when the heart is
too weak to nurture
its needs.

I chocked on the
remains of its white
dust, covering every
inch of what I used
to know as my hands.

In the silent haze of
the aftermath of it all
I wondered if you were
suffocating just like me.

So I held your last
cigarette, this time I
will only light it so I can
remember how to breath.

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© Copyright 2015 by: gIrL
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  • 2 years ago

    by DarkLight

    I love it.
    It's beautiful.

  • 2 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    A absolutely love it and had to add to my fav

    • 2 years ago

      by Meme

      Thanks hon :)

  • 2 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Here again..........I so love this write :)

    • 2 years ago

      by Meme

      Hehe, I dont know why this one in particular, but I am glad you like it :)

  • 2 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Wonderful!!!

  • 2 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    O.o....ummmmm......amazing....really Meme you write with such heart and emotion. your words choice is perfect....i also have a secret love for the word "porcelain" i dont know why just a thing lol

    Love this write, saved to my favs so i can read it over :)

    Fantastic!

    • 2 years ago

      by Meme

      Thanks Ben :)
      Ya I love how fragile the word itself sounds!